washed out seasons.

I love and hate the rain
For mutual reasons,

Reminds me of those
Washed out seasons

In which I loved
To dance,

And the clouds by chance
Paused the music
In my head,

Amongst thus rotten
Flower bed,

Where roses once vibrant
now , vow dead

Inside coffin heart's
Where once lovers wed

Only to end in pain,

Loathing though loving
The rain.

Nardine Sanderson 11/11/2015